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â€œI'm sorry,â€ he whispered, â€œI didn't mean to offend you or anythingâ€”â€
â€œOffend Dobby!â€ choked the elf. â€œDobby has never been asked to sit down by a wizard - like an equalâ€”â€
Harry, trying to say â€œShh!â€ and look comforting at the same time, ushered Dobby back onto the bed where he sat hiccoughing, looking like a large and very ugly doll. At last he managed to control himself, and sat with his great eyes fixed on Harry in an expression of watery adoration.
â€œYou can't have met many decent wizards,â€ said Harry, trying to cheer him up.
Dobby shook his head. Then, without warning, he leapt up and started banging his head furiously on the window, shouting, â€ Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!â€
â€œDon't - what are you doing?â€ Harry hissed, springing up and pulling Dobby back onto the bed - Hedwig had woken up with a particularly loud screech and was beating her wings wildly against the bars of her cage.
â€œDobby had to punish himself, sir,â€ said the elf, who had gone slightly cross-eyed. â€œDobby almost spoke ill of his family, sirâ€¦â€
â€œThe wizard family Dobby serves, sirâ€¦ Dobby is a house-elf - bound to serve one house and one family foreverâ€¦â€
â€œDo they know you're here?â€ asked Harry curiously.
â€œOh, no, sir, noâ€¦ Dobby will have to punish himself most grievously for coming to see you, sir. Dobby will have to shut his ears in the oven door for this. If they ever knew, sirâ€”â€
â€œBut won't they notice if you shut your ears in the oven door?â€
â€œDobby doubts it, sir. Dobby is always having to punish himself for something, sir. They lets Dobby get on with it, sir. Sometimes they reminds me to do extra punishmentsâ€¦â€
â€œBut why don't you leave? Escape?â€
â€œA house-elf must be set free, sir. And the family will never set Dobby freeâ€¦ Dobby will serve the family until he dies, sirâ€¦â€
â€œAnd I thought I had it bad staying here for another four weeks,â€ he said. â€œThis makes the Dursleys sound almost human. Can't anyone help you? Can't I?â€
Almost at once, Harry wished he hadn't spoken. Dobby dissolved again into wails of gratitude.
â€œPlease,â€ Harry whispered frantically, â€œplease be quiet. If the Dursleys hear anything, if they know you're hereâ€”â€
â€œHarry Potter asks if he can help Dobbyâ€¦ Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but of your goodness, Dobby never knewâ€¦â€
Harry, who was feeling distinctly hot in the face, said, â€œWhatever you've heard about my greatness is a load of rubbish. I'm not even top of my year at Hogwarts; that's Hermione, sheâ€”â€
But he stopped quickly, because thinking about Hermione was painful.
â€œHarry Potter is humble and modest,â€ said Dobby reverently, his orb-like eyes aglow. â€œHarry Potter speaks not of his triumph over He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Namedâ€”â€
â€œVoldemort?â€ said Harry.
Dobby clapped his hands over his bat ears and moaned, â€œAh, speak not the name, sir! Speak not the name!â€
â€œSorry,â€ said Harry quickly. â€œI know lots of people don't like it. My friend Ronâ€”â€
He stopped again. Thinking about Ron was painful, too.
Dobby leaned toward Harry, his eyes wide as headlights.
â€œDobby heard tell,â€ he said hoarsely, â€œthat Harry Potter met the Dark Lord for a second time just weeks agoâ€¦ that Harry Potter escaped yet again .â€
Harry nodded and Dobby's eyes suddenly shone with tears.
â€œAh, sir,â€ he gasped, dabbing his face with a corner of the grubby pillowcase he was wearing. â€œHarry Potter is valiant and bold! He has braved so many dangers already! But Dobby has come to protect Harry Potter, to warn him, even if he does have to shut his ears in the oven door laterâ€¦ Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts .â€
There was a silence broken only by the chink of knives and forks from downstairs and the distant rumble of Uncle Vernon's voice.
â€œW-what?â€ Harry stammered. â€œBut I've got to go back - term starts on September first. It's all that's keeping me going. You don't know what it's like here. I don't belong here. I belong in your world - at Hogwarts.â€
â€œNo, no, no,â€ squeaked Dobby, shaking his head so hard his ears flapped. â€œHarry Potter must stay where he is safe. He is too great, too good, to lose. If Harry Potter goes back to Hogwarts, he will be in mortal danger.â€
â€œWhy?â€ said Harry in surprise.
â€œThere is a plot, Harry Potter. A plot to make most terrible things happen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year,â€ whispered Dobby, suddenly trembling all over. â€œDobby has known it for months, sir. Harry Potter must not put himself in peril. He is too important, sir!â€
â€œWhat terrible things?â€ said Harry at once. â€œWho's plotting them?â€
Dobby made a funny choking noise and then banged his head frantically against the wall.
â€œAll right!â€ cried Harry, grabbing the elf's arm to stop him. â€œYou can't tell me. I understand. But why are you warning me?â€ A sudden, unpleasant thought struck him. â€œHang on - this hasn't got anything to do with Vol- - sorry - with You-Know-Who, has it? You could just shake or nod,â€ he added hastily as Dobby's head tilted worryingly close to the wall again.
Slowly, Dobby shook his head.
â€œNot - not He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named , sirâ€”â€
But Dobby's eyes were wide and he seemed to be trying to give Harry a hint. Harry, however, was completely lost.
â€œHe hasn't got a brother, has he?â€
Dobby shook his head, his eyes wider than ever.
â€œWell then, I can't think who else would have a chance of making horrible things happen at Hogwarts,â€ said Harry. â€œI mean, there's Dumbledore, for one thing - you know who Dumbledore is, don't you?â€
Dobby bowed his head.
â€œAlbus Dumbledore is the greatest headmaster Hogwarts has ever had. Dobby knows it, sir. Dobby has heard Dumbledore's powers rival those of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named at the height of his strength. But, sirâ€ - Dobby's voice dropped to an urgent whisper - â€œthere are powers Dumbledore doesn'tâ€¦ powers no decent wizardâ€¦â€
And before Harry could stop him, Dobby bounded off the bed, seized Harry's desk lamp, and started beating himself around the head with earsplitting yelps.
A sudden silence fell downstairs. Two seconds later Harry, heart thudding madly, heard Uncle Vernon coming into the hall, calling, â€œDudley must have left his television on again, the little tyke!â€
â€œQuick! In the closet!â€ hissed Harry, stuffing Dobby in, shutting the door, and flinging himself onto the bed just as the door handle turned.
â€œWhat - the - devil - are - you - doing?â€ said Uncle Vernon through gritted teeth, his face horribly close to Harry's. â€œYou've just ruined the punch line of my Japanese golfer jokeâ€¦ One more sound and you'll wish you'd never been born, boy!â€
He stomped flat-footed from the room.
Shaking, Harry let Dobby out of the closet.
â€œSee what it's like here?â€ he said. â€œSee why I've got to go back to Hogwarts? It's the only place I've got - well, I think I've got friends.â€
â€œFriends who don't even write to Harry Potter?â€ said Dobby slyly.
â€œI expect they've just been - wait a minute,â€ said Harry, frowning. â€œHow do you know my friends haven't been writing to me?â€
Dobby shuffled his feet.
â€œHarry Potter mustn't be angry with Dobby. Dobby did it for the bestâ€”â€
â€œHave you been stopping my letters? â€
â€œDobby has them here, sir,â€ said the elf. Stepping nimbly out of Harry's reach, he pulled a thick wad of envelopes from the inside of the pillowcase he was wearing. Harry could make out Hermione's neat writing, Ron's untidy scrawl, and even a scribble that looked as though it was from the Hogwarts gamekeeper, Hagrid.
Dobby blinked anxiously up at Harry.
â€œHarry Potter mustn't be angryâ€¦ Dobby hopedâ€¦ if Harry Potter thought his friends had forgotten himâ€¦ Harry Potter might not want to go back to school, sirâ€¦â€
Harry wasn't listening. He made a grab for the letters, but Dobby jumped out of reach.
â€œHarry Potter will have them, sir, if he gives Dobby his word that he will not return to Hogwarts. Ah, sir, this is a danger you must not face! Say you won't go back, sir!â€
â€œNo,â€ said Harry angrily. â€œGive me my friends'letters!â€
â€œThen Harry Potter leaves Dobby no choice,â€ said the elf sadly.
Before Harry could move, Dobby had darted to the bedroom door, pulled it open, and sprinted down the stairs.
Mouth dry, stomach lurching, Harry sprang after him, trying not to make a sound. He jumped the last six steps, landing catlike on the hall carpet, looking around for Dobby. From the dining room he heard Uncle Vernon saying, â€œâ€¦ tell Petunia that very funny story about those American plumbers, Mr. Mason. She's been dying to hearâ€¦â€
Harry ran up the hall into the kitchen and felt his stomach disappear.
Aunt Petunia's masterpiece of a pudding, the mountain of cream and sugared violets, was floating up near the ceiling. On top of a cupboard in the corner crouched Dobby.
â€œNo,â€ croaked Harry. â€œPleaseâ€¦ they'll kill meâ€¦â€
â€œHarry Potter must say he's not going back to schoolâ€”â€
â€œSay it, sirâ€”â€
Dobby gave him a tragic look.
â€œThen Dobby must do it, sir, for Harry Potter's own good.â€
The pudding fell to the floor with a heart-stopping crash. Cream splattered the windows and walls as the dish shattered. With a crack like a whip, Dobby vanished.
There were screams from the dining room and Uncle Vernon burst into the kitchen to find Harry, rigid with shock, covered from head to foot in Aunt Petunia's pudding.
At first, it looked as though Uncle Vernon would manage to gloss the whole thing over. ("Just our nephew -very disturbed - meeting strangers upsets him, so we kept him upstairsâ€¦") He shooed the shocked Masons back into the dining room, promised Harry he would flay him to within an inch of his life when the Masons had left, and handed him a mop. Aunt Petunia dug some ice cream out of the freezer and Harry, still shaking, started scrubbing the kitchen clean.
Uncle Vernon might still have been able to make his deal - if it hadn't been for the owl.
Aunt Petunia was just passing around a box of after-dinner mints when a huge barn owl swooped through the dining room window, dropped a letter on Mrs. Mason's head, and swooped out again. Mrs. Mason screamed like a banshee and ran from the house shouting about lunatics. Mr. Mason stayed just long enough to tell the Dursleys that his wife was mortally afraid of birds of all shapes and sizes, and to ask whether this was their idea of a joke.
Harry stood in the kitchen, clutching the mop for support, as Uncle Vernon advanced on him, a demonic glint in his tiny eyes.
â€œRead it!â€ he hissed evilly, brandishing the letter the owl had delivered. â€œGo on - read it!â€
Harry took it. It did not contain birthday greetings.
Dear Mr. Potter,
We have received intelligence that a Hover Charm was used at your place of residence this evening at twelve minutes past nine.
As you know, underage wizards are not permitted to perform spells outside school, and further spellwork on your part may lead to expulsion from said school. (Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, 1875, Paragraph C).
We would also ask you to remember that any magical activity that risks notice by members of the non magical community (Muggles) is a serious offense under section 13 of the International Confederation of Warlocks'Statute of Secrecy.
Enjoy your holidays!
IMPROPER USE OF MAGIC OFFICE
Ministry of Magic
Harry looked up from the letter and gulped.
â€œYou didn't tell us you weren't allowed to use magic outside school,â€ said Uncle Vernon, a mad gleam dancing in his eyes. â€œForgot to mention itâ€¦ Slipped your mind, I daresayâ€¦â€
He was bearing down on Harry like a great bulldog, all his teeth bared. â€œWell, I've got news for you, boyâ€¦ I'm locking you upâ€¦ You're never going back to that schoolâ€¦ neverâ€¦ and if you try and magic yourself out - they'll expel you!â€
And laughing like a maniac, he dragged Harry back upstairs.
Uncle Vernon was as bad as his word. The following morning, he paid a man to fit bars on Harry's window. He himself fitted a cat-flap in the bedroom door, so that small amounts of food could be pushed inside three times a day. They let Harry out to use the bathroom morning and evening. Otherwise, he was locked in his room around the clock.
Three days later, the Dursleys were showing no sign of relenting, and Harry couldn't see any way out of his situation. He lay on his bed watching the sun sinking behind the bars on the window and wondered miserably what was going to happen to him.
What was the good of magicking himself out of his room if Hogwarts would expel him for doing it? Yet life at Privet Drive had reached an all-time low. Now that the Dursleys knew they weren't going to wake up as fruit bats, he had lost his only weapon. Dobby might have saved Harry from horrible happenings at Hogwarts, but the way things were going, he'd probably starve to death anyway.
The cat-flap rattled and Aunt Petunias hand appeared, pushing a bowl of canned soup into the room. Harry, whose insides were aching with hunger, jumped off his bed and seized it. The soup was stone-cold, but he drank half of it in one gulp. Then he crossed the room to Hedwig's cage and tipped the soggy vegetables at the bottom of the bowl into her empty food tray. She ruffled her feathers and gave him a look of deep disgust.
â€œIt's no good turning your beak up at it - that's all we've got,â€ said Harry grimly.
He put the empty bowl back on the floor next to the cat-flap and lay back down on the bed, somehow even hungrier than he had been before the soup.
Supposing he was still alive in another four weeks, hat would happen if he didn't turn up at Hogwarts? Would someone be sent to see why he hadn't come back? Would they be able to make the Dursleys let him go?
The room was growing dark. Exhausted, stomach rumbling, mind spinning over the same unanswerable questions, Harry fell into an uneasy sleep.
He dreamed that he was on show in a zoo, with a card reading UNDERAGE WIZARD attached to his cage. People goggled through the bars at him as he lay, starving and weak, on a bed of straw. He saw Dobby's face in the crowd and shouted out, asking for help, but Dobby called, â€œHarry Potter is safe there, sir!â€ and vanished. Then the Dursleys appeared and Dudley rattled the bars of the cage, laughing at him.
â€œStop it,â€ Harry muttered as the rattling pounded in his sore head. â€œLeave me aloneâ€¦ cut it outâ€¦ I'm trying to sleepâ€¦â€
He opened his eyes. Moonlight was shining through the bars on the window. And someone was goggling through the bars at him: a freckle-faced, red-haired, long-nosed someone.
Ron Weasley was outside Harry's window.
The Chamber of Secrets
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